Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Savannah Rodriguez |
For some reason, Benjamin had found a way to annoying the hell out of everything that I did. I had been released from the hospital once they had actually stitched me up and wanted me gone from there, so that they could get rid of my "overprotective brothers" but that didn't help my situation one little bit.
Benjamin had found that by sitting in my room while I did homework or coming to sit in the kitchen while I made some form of dinner for everyone while our parents were out or walking with me up and down the stairs in the house, he had made sure that I knew he was there, and at first, I had found it creepy, then heartwarming, then to annoying.
No one had ever done this for me, and I realized why I didn't want it. I was so sure that my brother would turn on me and get so sick of me, that I didn't want to wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. Plus, I had other things to do, like running a household while no one else could be bothered to raise their hand just an inch away from their phones.
"Can you give me some breathing space please?" in the politest ways possible, I murmured the words to my brother, as I tried to walk past him and get to the washing machine, to do the hundreds of loads that my mother had placed my name on, and given someone else the pile with two socks and a shirt.
Yeah, my mother highly disliked me. Hate was a strong word, and I wasn't quiet sure if my mother hated me yet, but I was sure that I was on the verge of it. I knew that I was on my fathers hit list, underlined in red, so that it was made known that I was an outsider to our family, and nothing more than that.
I wasn't some flashy athlete nor was I an academic weapon; I was more like the person that had to hide the washing and the junk in the front cupboard before people walked up into our driveway and admired just how clean and perfect our family was from the front. That was the role that I played in this family, and that was it.
No one could take my job and I didn't take anyone else's job. There job was to sit there and look pretty and answer all the right questions about their sport, even if it was just throwing people into the air or hitting a puck on ice or throwing a ball around on a piece of grass. Whether it was standing in pretty tutus, diving into a rectangle of water or kicking a ball into a net. I was the only person that did a solo sport, because I was forgotten by the rest of the team.
That was what my family was. They were a team, and I was the new person that nobody liked, because they knew that I was no good. They knew that I had nothing to offer them, hence why they never spent time with me. "Let me do something, you aren't in the condition to be doing all of this" my brother took the clothes out of my hand, as I stared at him, dumbfounded.
He had never wanted to do something, especially if I was involved, but here he was, making me do a 180 and want to reach up and check that he didn't have a fever or a stroke that was making him do such things for people, and when I mean people, I mean me. He would never have done something like this unless I was in the hospital, and I had been, and I was fine.
